While I did think my upcycled business cards were a bit endearing, they were also a little grubby. Much like a snotty upper lip on an otherwise cute kid. So I finally sat down and sliced me a piece to time to come up with something proper.  

I’m rather fond of a good whodunit and for lack of a better descriptor, I think Christie is charming. Having read installments of this title via dailylit.com, I wanted to take a bash at designing* a cover for it. I took my cue from protagonist Prudence Crowley’s nickname...

"Bikya! Bikya, bikya, bikyaaa! Beeeekya, bikya, bikya, bikyaaaa!" It goes on for most of the day, the calls varying in intensity and persistence...

At a masjid fi misri just before maghrib I find jidatee* with her nose in His Signs, while a metronome of bone on bone keeps time with each fatha, each kasra. Those knees creak as much as the scuffed plastic of her chair. She’s not really my grandmother. I hear only one word out of her [...]

We spotted this on our way to the Cairo Book Fair:   They were probably aiming for défilé. Acute Fail.